2020.02.29: PWN - LONE - LONE 32

Intro

“It ends tonight.”

Alison's voice is charged with firm resolve and full of confidence as the video begins to play. She's sitting in her ring gear with the Ladies of New England Championship draped over her shoulder. She shines it up and gazes into it longingly.

Alison: I've worked my entire career just for the right to be called Champion; to prove that I am the best on the planet today. Nobody ever remembers second place, nobody ever remembers the runner ups or the valiant few who were always in the conversation but never taking Number One at the podium. We don't remember who lost the Super Bowl, we don't remember the silver medalists at the Olympics, we don't remember who finished 2 tenths of a second behind first at the Kentucky Derby. To fall, to be second, is a sentence to eternal obscurity. To be forever remembered is immortality; to be forgotten is the final and truest form of death.

Alison slowly looks back to the camera as she clutched her championship tight and possessively, that even though she has conquered every challenge set before her to this point it's still the one thing that meant more to her than anything else; there was a certain fear that it could one day be ripped away from her.

Alison: 456 days ago today I became the Ladies of New England Champion. 456 days ago I began the painstaking process of removal of the final toxic person out of my life; the day I began to remove the cancerous tumor that was my best friend in Terri Thompson. The one I trusted with my secrets, the one I confided in, the one I leaned on and the one that watched me fall just to further her own career. The fact that you're here tonight... is an anomaly. The fact that you're here tonight means that somewhere along the line I failed. I was told you would never walk again; by the very man that's trying his hardest to deny me the lucrative contract I've so rightfully earned by carrying this company on my back! I don't know if it was divine intervention or the fact that I just got sloppy on the execution but the fact that you can once again walk under your own power, to move upon your own free will is a blessing you should've appreciated. It's a gift you should've kept to yourself, it's one you should've taken with you with Wendy across the border to Canada to disappear forever with your health restored to you. Nobody would've blamed you, nobody would've missed you, nobody would've known better.

Alison shares another long gaze at the center plate of the LONE Championship, her eyes locked on her nameplate on the center as she runs a finger lovingly across it.

Alison: In your case; it would've been a blessing to have been forgotten. You could've had that happy ending you always wanted, that you ALWAYS dreamed about. Maybe you could've found some rogue doctor that would promise a cure for Wendy's paralysis and maybe if you were extremely fortunate he might even be telling you the truth. Maybe a miracle would've struck and Wendy too would be able to walk again; maybe you'd sell your soul to the 2am time slot of the Home Shopping Network selling kitty litter to make it happen; I wouldn't judge you for that. You could've had your life back despite every intention I had to take it away from you. But you had to walk through those curtains, you had to interrupt MY contract negotiation and try to take away MY spotlight... AGAIN!

Hindsight is 20/20 and only if I knew then what I know now...You could never just be there for me, you could never just be HAPPY for ME! It was always about what would help Terri, how Alison could help Terri, how Alison could help Terri against the big bad mean people hurting Terri. What about me, what about Alison?!

There was a visceral anger in Alison's eyes and charging through her words, an anger trying to cover up a deep pain inside.

Alison: I'll never forget The Rumble, I'll never forget May 25th, 2018. I'll never forget the day you went into business for yourself and left me in the dark! I'll never forget how you betrayed my trust and went behind my back!

Alison exhales a very deep sigh as she casts her eyes downward.

Alison: I... I could've rationalized the Qent thing, I could've even pushed down my anger and got over the Stevenson thing and how you would moan and bitch to me about something I was trying to stay out of. But Terri... you had to prove him right, didn't you? You had to make every single word he whispered inside my ear true, didn't you? You didn't trust me to come to my own conclusion... you didn't trust me Terri... you didn't trust me...

The anger seemed to have temporarily subsided as there was nothing but pain behind her words now.

Alison: I want this to be over with... I want it to end! I want to close that chapter in my life with you in it, Terri! I want to move on! But that can't happen; as long as we're both in the wrestling business, as long as we're both in LONE that can't happen. That one move you made has created a butterfly effect and that butterfly's wings has flapped so powerfully and majestically that we're entangled in a dance of death together. One that'll lead us both to the grave and to the end of our careers if one doesn't slay the other first.

Alison looks back into the lens of the camera as she begins to rebuild her resolve.

Alison: That is why it needs to end, tonight! I have too much left that I need to accomplish! I'm tired of explaining myself, I'm tired of... trying to hold my head up high. You think I'm a villain, Terri? You think I'm evil, don't you? You think I decided over a bowl of fettucini alfredo to just call a hit and snap your wife's neck and execute it myself? You don't think I didn't wrestle over a decision to end someone's way of life that had been nothing but good to me?! I did it because I knew where her loyalties lied... I did it because I knew it would hurt you and I did it to protect myself FROM you! I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO! IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU IN THE RUMBLE; WHY ISN'T IT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME, TERRI?!

Alison was shouting as she was clearly losing her cool, losing the composure that she was so famous for keeping; a composure that she spiced up with confidence and arrogance over the last year and a half. For the first time in a long time The Champion was beginning to show cracks in her armor and it was all because of Terri.

Alison: But if evil is what you want... it's what you're going to get! I'm going to let those darkest tendencies that we all have deep inside fly loose! I'm going to ride that wave of hate and I'm going to end you!Wrath, envy, hatred, pride.. I'm going to let it all out! Tonight I finish the job, I finish what you started.. tonight marks the end of your career! But I'll make one single promise to you Terri; one.

Alison holds up her index finger as she sneaks a gaze at her championship belt.

Alison: I'll make sure that after tonight everybody remembers your name. I'll make sure everyone remembers that Alison Crowne killed Terri Thompson in the middle of that ring with all the waivers signed that protect me from any criminal liability in the event that should happen, papers that your attorney and mine looked over, that may arise from the match. Everyone will remember February 29th, 2020 as the night that after a valiant and brave struggle Terri Thompson lost her life at the hands of Alison Crowne, failing to recapture the LONE Championship in the process. Everyone will remember Lethal Leap Year as the day Terri Thompson's flame was finally extinguished. And I'll promise you one more thing while I'm at it, Terri, consider it a final act of kindness; when your Father goes to the morgue to claim your body and the coroner has signed your death certificate I'll be there to identify the body so he can give his daughter the funeral she deserves.

Terri, I promise you, the last thing you will hear tonight before you close your eyes for good will be two simple words.

'AND STILL...'

Dick Slender's got nothing on me.

It ends tonight.

Disturbance Backstage

As that video package fades, another kicks in. Rage Against the Machine's Testify starts to play as a video reel starts.

The graphic for LETHAL LEAP YEAR flies across the screen. Footage from various matches kicks in, with shots of Hannah Kix hitting her "Eat Your Kix" trademark move. It then shows Hannah standing in a dark background with her black with silver trim boxing robe over her head. She throws fast punches as another video of No Fly Zone, "Fly" Felicia Hawkins breakdancing with Kayoko "Yo-Yo" Ichikawa watching with a klondike bar in her hand. It then cuts to the two hitting their move NFZ, an aided wheelbarrow legdrop to win the LONE Tag Team titles. A cut to them celebrating in that moment with the belts. Only for a cut of the Gucci Gals hitting their Designer Drop to win them.

More footage continues, of Terri Thompson hitting a superkick on Alison Crowne. Then, the moment when Alison Crowne betrayed Terri after her 2nd title win, and then hitting The Crowning Moment on both Wendy, and then Terri. There's a shot of Alison posing with the title while her lawyer Gordon Barrows and her friend Stonehands stand next to her.

The spicy and sexy redheaded Cinnamon, and her ice cold and violent tag team partner Violent Violet are featured. Spice & Ice. Match footage from their chaotic brawl with the Gucci Gals is shown, like Violent Violet hitting a double clothesline on The Gucci Gals, and then dropping to her knees to punch both. Then it shows her running across a ladder set up as a bridge between the apron and guardrail, doing a senton that did not go her way as Prada Paula moved and Violet went crashing into the row of chairs and concrete. Cinnamon is shown taking Gucci down to the mat and slamming her head into it repeatedly before cutting to the both hitting their aided wheelbarrow facebuster, Sex & Violence on Ms. Gucci in the Tag Team Classic.

Lastly, we cut to Sister Catherine and her partner Stitches; The Damned. There's footage of them hitting their clothesline and spear combination they call Damnation to retain the tag team titles. The final shot is of Sister Catherine in her nun habit standing to the left, with Stitches on the right holding a doll of Sister Catherine's likeness. The two are bathed in a crimson light. Stitches strokes the doll's hair lovingly while Sister Catherine's eyes widen behind her glasses and she opens her mouth. Fangs protrude and she spits a red mist into the camera's lens as the song ends and fades out to the LONE logo and logo for LETHAL LEAP YEAR!

North: Welcome to Supremacy LONE 32: LETHAL LEAP YEAR! I'm Kevin North alongside my colleague, Dexter Irving Cornelius

DIC: AKA DIC! It's Lethal Leap Year! And I can promise all you ladies out there watching one thing. It's going to get dangerous tonight but don't worry.... I'm packing.

North: Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen you've been asking for it, you've been waiting for it but that wait will soon be over! I've gotten the green light from Jack E. Bux to finally make this announcement; after many months of planning the Tag Team Classic is finally coming back and it's starting next month! The teams have yet to be fully determined but it will be for the Number One Contendership to the LONE Tag Team Championship currently held by The Damned, Sister Catherine and Stitches!

DIC: I sure hope the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice are in; they deserve to win the whole thing!

North: Easy, Dexter, you're going to ignite the whole controversy again over which side you're really on.

DIC: You know I hate choosing! They're both perfect, okay? I think all of them are future LONE Champions if you ask me and that'd make Miss Gucci a future two time champion!

North: Well, I'm sure the odds makers agree with you in more ways than one; their records don't lie and neither does the tape. We'll have to see if one or both teams make the tournament but there's others out there that are also on the radar. You got No Fly Zone, the first ever Tag Team Champions, you might see Fay Qent and Terri Thompson once Fay Qent's clear of her legal troubles should that happen soon, and who could forget Generations, Anne Grayson and Ainslee Avalon?

DIC: Bleh, bleh,and BLEH!

North: And who knows, Bux may make a few wildcard pairings of women who've never teamed together before just to see what sticks and what magic might happen! Wait a second... we're getting word of some disturbance happening backstage, let's cut there now.

The camera feed cuts to the backstage area where it appears Generations is laying face down on the floor unconscious. The camera slowly tilts up to reveal Slapp and Tick L.!

Slapp: WOOP WOOP! You forgot about us, didn'tcha? It's been too long, juggalo fam!

Tick L. We've been sittin and biding our time, sippin on some Faygo and chillin with the crew, ya know?

Slapp: Yeah, that's right! I mean come on Bux, how could you do us like that? We've always been at the call, we've always been willing and able to step between those ropes and get that paper; where has all the love gone?

Tick L.: I'll tell you where it's gone, Slapp, it's... it's... well.... it's not here!

The two share a high five as Tick L. opens up a bottle of Fayo soda after shaking it up, spraying it over Generations before letting it fall like a fountain into her mouth.

Slapp: So it's time to make a change! Generations; they're out, we're in! We're going to go all the way in the classic and we're going to have a victory bash with all the juggalos and juggalettes here in Maine!

Tick L.: WOOP WOOP! See ya next month!

Tick L. sprays more Faygo into her mouth before passing the bottle to Slapp who takes a big chug out of it to finish it off before tossing the bottle backwards onto Generations as they walk out of view.

"The Mistress of the Microphone" Jennifer Stewart vs Cinnamon

Baxter: The following contest... is a STEEL CAGE MATCH where the only way to win is to escape the structure! Approaching the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas. She is the Mistress of the Microphone, JENNIFER STEWAAAAAART!

A spotlight shines on the stage as the arena darkens and Jennifer Stewart steps out. She is in a shimmering crimson red dress. There's a man in a tuxedo behind a piano. He begins to play a tune as Stewart sings along.

Stewart: I'm going to be locked inside of a cage
Treated like an animal full of pent up rage
Oooh tonight they're going to feed me a piece of meat
With a huge bowl of Cinnamon. Oh, that sounds like a treat!

She steps through the ropes and stands in the center of the ring.

Once I'm finished with my meal
And the dastardly deed is done
The Ladies of New England will realize
The Mistress of the Microphone is your true number one!

Baxter: And her opponent, from Annapolis, Maryland. She is... CINNAMOOOOOOOOOOON!

“Cinnamon Girl” by Neil Young plays over the public address sound system as Cinnamon steps out onto the stage to a large chorus of boos.

Walking down the aisle and to the ring, she walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring. She smirks and stands in her respective corner, waiting for the match to begin, but not before Cinnamon extends a leg forward and does a split. She starts to lean backwards and sways her arms as if she's slowly swimming backwards, before using the ropes nearby to help herself up.

North: Well, there's a reason why this event is called Lethal Leap Year, two matches with a ton of bad blood involved. Jennifer Stewart looks to get her career back on track while Cinnamon will stop at nothing but crush her beneath her feet!

DIC: I wish I didn't have to hear Jenny's annoying singing ever again. Could she be any more out of tune? Cinnamon is trying to do us all a favor!

Jennifer Stewart immediately makes a mad dash for Cinnamon and starts raining down with punches to the head having waited months to get her hands on her after all of the cheap shots. She whips Cinnamon hard into the steel cage causing her to clang violently against it sending Cinnamon to the ground.

North: The only way to win this match is by escaping the cage, either by instructing the referee to open the door and walking out or climbing out of the cage. Both feet have to touch the floor; once isn't enough.

DIC: I'll commend Stewart for trying to wear Cinnamon down early but she's got a long way to go if she wants to walk out of her!

Jennifer Stewart hits a sliding dropkick to the face of Cinnamon, knocking her against the steel cage once more. Stewart quickly gets up and tries to press Cinnamon's face up against the cage as the crowd cheers as things already appear to be different with an even playing field.

North: What a difference a neutral environment can make, with no Violent Violet to run interference Jennifer Stewart is taking command of the cage and the ring!

Cinnamon screams in pain as Stewart keeps her pressed against the cage with her foot for several seconds. Stewart backs off and flourishes for the crowd as they cheer her on and she takes a bow. Cinnamon manages to pick herself up and manages to break off a loose support bar on the cage fencing and grasps it in her hands before swinging and catching Stewart behind the leg, sending her to the ground!

North: The way that bar broke off was almost a little too convenient if you ask me.

DIC: The only rule in place is to escape, if Spice and Ice planned ahead more power to them!

North: You sound like you seem to know something others don't.

DIC: You can't prove anything... not that it's illegal even if you could!

Cinnamon swings the bar several times at the downed Jennifer Stewart causing her to scream in pain before she drops down and begins to choke her with the bar around her neck, pulling back with a weapon assisted crossface! Stewart struggles and tries to break free but it's no use as the bar just won't give way nor will Cinnamon's grip! Cinnamon pulls back harder and harder trying to choke her out but Stewart manages to roll them both onto their backs, letting Stewart position herself inside, shifting her body till she was face to face on the ground with Cinnamon! Stewart smashes her forearm into Cinnamon's face several times causing her to let go of the bar and release the hold.

North: Stewart with those swift and deadly forearm smashes. She managed to somehow escape that bar assisted crossface!

Stewart begins to climb the cage, climbing up halfway before Cinnamon begins to get up to her feet. Stewart gets about three quarters up before Cinnamon yanks her down by her foot, splitting her on the ropes as she screamed in pain.

DIC: I don't care what kind of internal plumbing you have; that will hurt every single time!

Cinnamon begins to climb the cage now, using Stewart as a stepping stone, pressing her feet in her face as she gets close to straddling the top of the cage. Stewart grabs a hold of Cinnamon's foot to stop her from going over the top of the cage and throws several punches as she goes to climb again to try to meet Cinnamon halfway. Stewart ends up getting the better of Cinnamon as she suplexes her back into the middle of the ring!

North: What a nasty superplex, throwing Cinnamon back into the center of the ring, Stewart might have her where she wants her now! This is the perfect time to escape!

Stewart begins to crawl towards the cage door as she asks for the referee to open it, which he complies and does so. Stewart gets about halfway through the ropes by the door before Violent Violet hops out from the front row in the crowd and slams the door shut on her face!

North: I should've known! Always about the numbers game with Spice and Ice!

DIC: Cry me a river, scoutmaster Kev, it's all legal!

The crowd boos loudly as Violent Violet grabs a chair from out of the front row and gets inside the cage and begins to hit Jennifer Stewart repeatedly in the back! Cinnamon gets up and yells at Violet to hold Stewart up and she does before hitting her Sugar & Spice standing spinning heel kick. Spice and Ice then position and unfold the chair in the middle of the ring and nail Jennifer Stewart with Sex and Violence, their aided wheelbarrow facebuster directly onto the chair! Jennifer Stewart lays motionless on the heavily dented chair is left standing as an ominous reminder as Spice and Ice exit the ring and walk down the steps and to the arena floor.

Baxter: Here is your winner... Cinnamon!

North: That Sex and Violence to the chair was completely unnecessary; that wasn't necessary to win the match! Cinnamon could've still just escaped without that!

DIC: It's all about sending a message; you challenge Queen Cinnamon it's off with your head!

North: Who died and made Cinnamon Queen now?

DIC: Why don't you go ask Jennifer Stewart?

The steel cage is lifted as EMTs rush to ringside with a stretcher as they attend to Jennifer Stewart. Spice and Ice watch at the top of the ramp laughing and talking as they point to Jennifer Stewart as she's fitted with a neckbrace and wheeled out on a stretcher.

Backstage Segment: Hannah Kix w/Translator

The video package begins rolling with Hannah Kix sitting inside her home in Paris, France with the beautiful Eifel Tower lit up in the distance in the night wearing a stone blue Lanvin gown. Next to her on the table was a bottle of Fortin Plaisance Saint-Emilion 2014 wine with a glass already poured and waiting. Kix holds the glass in her hand, gently moving her wrist to swirl around the wine as she brings it up to take a whiff of the aroma.

Kix: Ashley, ma chère, tu ne comprends pas, n'est-ce pas? Oh, où sont mes manières? Vous ne comprenez probablement pas un mot que je dis, n'est-ce pas? Je veux dire que vous prétendez que vous pouvez, mais nous savons tous que le français est le supérieur de toutes les langues romanes. Non, je ne vais pas vous parler dans une langue commune, ni pour vous ni pour aucun de ces ingrats en Amérique. Je vais m'adresser à vous en français et demander à un assistant rémunéré de traduire mes mots pour moi.

A feminine voice with a heavy Parisian accent then translates.

Narrator: Ashley, my dear, you just don't get it do you? Oh, where are my manners? You probably can't understand a word I'm saying, can you? I mean you claim you can but we all know that French is the superior of all the Romance languages. No, I'm not going to speak to you in a common tongue, not for you or any of those ingrates in America. I'm going to address you in French and have a paid assistant translate my words for me.

Kix brings the glass up to her lips and savors the fine French wine, taking her time to enjoy all the subtle flavor notes as the narrator translates.

Kix: Mais nettoyons d'abord l'air, d'accord? Nous ne sommes rien de semblable, nous ne pouvons pas être plus éloignés dans les goûts ou la perspicacité. Je suis un kickboxeur de formation, je suis allé dans des écoles privées en grandissant, j'avais un tuteur et un nutritionniste gardant mon esprit et mon corps affûtés pour fonctionner à une efficacité maximale. Ashley, ne prétendons pas que Hollywood est même dans le même quartier que la France; pendant que nous célébrons Dior, Yves Saint Laurent et Chanel que vous adorez sur l'autel de Justin Bieber, Amanda Bynes, et quel était son nom ... le gars qui s'est fait tatouer le visage comme un bâtard ... il y en a tellement .... Aaron Carter? Six sur un, les déchets sont des déchets. Votre ville et votre nation célèbrent les ordures et la saleté tandis que le véritable art est célébré dans la mienne.

Narrator: But let's clear the air first, shall we? We're nothing alike, we couldn't be further apart in tastes or acumen. I'm a trained kickboxer, I went to private schools growing up, I had a tutor and a nutritionist keeping my mind and my body sharp to operate at peak efficiency. Ashley, let's not pretend that Hollywood is even in the same neighborhood as France; while we celebrate Dior, Yves Saint Laurent, and Chanel you worship at the altar of the Justin Bieber, Amanda Bynes, and what was his name... the guy that got a tattoo on his face like a mongrel... there's so many.... Aaron Carter? Six of one, trash is trash. Your city and your nation celebrates trash and filth while true art is celebrated in mine.

Kix: Je veux dire vraiment Ashley, pensez-vous honnêtement que Cesar Chavez High est meilleur que Cours Molière? 4WA est-il vraiment meilleur que le Français Phenom Pierre Dupuis, cinq fois champion d'Europe poids lourd? Non, tu es un poseur, Ashley, tu veux être comme Hannah Kix parce que tu détestes le fait que tu es pauvre, pitoyable, Ashley Lopez. Je t'ai pris sous mon aile parce que je t'ai fait pitié, j'ai eu pitié de toi et j'ai bêtement pensé que je pourrais prendre ce morceau de charbon non raffiné et la presser dans un diamant. Vous avez toujours été prompt à poser des questions, mais vous avez hésité à réellement écouter; vous n'avez aucune patience et vous vouliez tout à votre façon et maintenant. Puis-je vous rappeler que je suis la seule femme dans LONE à avoir un tel record sterling sans une seule opportunité de championnat? Vous êtes essentiellement une recrue encore, vous avez été assis sur le banc parce que personne ne pensait que vous étiez encore prêt.

Kix took another drink of her wine as she scrunched her nose up at a thought that crossed her mind.

Kix: Je suis la raison pour laquelle vous êtes même revenu à la télévision et quelle erreur qui s'est avérée être! Vous m'avez coûté des milliers de dollars, j'ai perdu un accord de soutien à cause de vous, car les entreprises ne pensaient pas que vous respectiez leurs normes élevées. J'ai essayé de te porter garant, de mettre mon nom en danger mais ils ont déjà vu ta cassette et étaient loin d'être impressionnés. Comment pensez-vous que cela m'a fait sentir, Ashley? Pas cher, comme si mon nom avait perdu du prestige ... et c'était de ta faute.

Narrator: I mean really Ashley, do you honestly think Cesar Chavez High is better than Cours Molière? Is 4WA really better than The French Phenom Pierre Dupuis, five time European Heavyweight Champion? No, you're a poser, Ashley, you want to be like Hannah Kix because you hate the fact that you're poor, pitiful, Ashley Lopez. I took you under my wing because I pitied you, I felt sorry for you, and I foolishly thought I could take this unrefined lump of coal and press her into a diamond. You were always quick to ask questions but hesitant to actually listen; you have no patience and you wanted everything your way and now. May I remind you that I'm the only woman in LONE to have such a sterling record without a single championship opportunity? You're essentially a rookie still, you've been sitting on the bench because nobody thought you were ready yet.

I'm the reason you even made it back to TV and what a mistake that turned out to be! You've cost me thousands of dollars, I lost an endorsement deal because of you, because corporate didn't think you met their high standards. I tried to vouch for you, to put my name on the line but they already saw your tape and were far from impressed. How do you think that made me feel, Ashley? Cheap, like my name had lost prestige... and that was all your fault.

Kix: Vous rêvez d'être une star comme tout le monde à Hollywood, vous voulez voir votre nom dans les lumières et sur le chapiteau! Mais pendant que vous rêvez de ces rêves élevés, vous ne pourrez jamais réaliser ces rêves. Tu avais raison sur une chose Ashley, je suis féroce, je suis aussi impitoyable qu’elles viennent. Je suis le cauchemar de l'autre côté de l'Atlantique, j'éteins la lumière et les désirs de gens comme toi. Tu voulais mon attention? Vous l'avez maintenant et c'est quelque chose que vous regretterez. Je vous combattrai à tout moment et en tout lieu, ne vous y trompez pas. Mais ce sera selon mes conditions et mon temps, pas le vôtre. Alors pour l'instant, passez un peu plus de temps dans le pays des rêves, vous l'avez gagné car la réalité est une garce et elle vient pour vous, bientôt!

Kix laughs a sinister laugh as she swiftly kills the rest of the wine in her glass as she downs it.

Narrator: You have dreams of being a star like everyone in Hollywood, you want to see your name in lights and on the marquee! But while you dream these lofty dreams you'll never be able to make those dreams come true. You were right about one thing Ashley, I am cutthroat, I am as ruthless as they come. I am the Nightmare from the other side of the Atlantic, I extinguish the light and desires of people just like you. You wanted my attention? You have it now and that's something you'll grow to regret. I will fight you anytime and any place, make no mistake about it. But it'll be on my terms and on my time, not yours. So for now, spend a little more time in dreamland, you've earned it because reality is a bitch and she's coming for you, soon!

The video package then slowly fades out as a light goes out in the Paris skyline.

Backstage Segment: Linda Edwards w/Madison Anderson

A camera catches up with Madison Anderson in an undisclosed location, somewhere on a miniature golf course as she puts a golf ball through a windmill trap meant to knock her ball of course, getting it close to the hole on the other side. Linda Edwards is seen standing next to her, looking to get another word from the lucky striker that managed to get the best of Olga.

Linda Edwards: Madison, why are we here? Why am I here? Are you really sure this a good idea?

Madison: I mean, why not? I want to address the LONE audience, I want to have my voice be heard. I'm not going to keep remaining silent out of fear. What's Olga really going to do?

Linda: People, family members, friends, have been urging you to leave the state to try to put some distance between...

Madison: So I'm in Maine, so what? Nobody knows exactly where at in Maine.

Linda: Well... I do, LONE does... that's kind of why we're here.

Madison: So? That's only a few people. You're acting like my life is in danger.

Linda: I'm sorry but have you seen what Olga does to people, especially those that make her angry? I don't want to be on the receiving end of that, I mean Bux, he pays well but not /that/ well! I don't exactly have the best health insurance, you know.

Madison: Relax, I promise everything's going to be okay. Even if Olga somehow did find out we'd be gone by the time she pulled into the parking lot.

Linda: So... ummm.... what did you have to say?

Madison: Well first off I'd like to thank all of my fans for wishing me well and congratulating me on my big win. You always remember your first at a new job and this was my first at LONE. After I lost to Alison Crowne many moons ago I knew that I needed to step up my game and really get serious about this, you know? She's got over a decade of experience; it may be a cliché but she really is a young veteran. You know, this is what I wanted to do, who wouldn't want to shoot for the stars and try to be the very best like no one ever was? You got to put in the work.

Madison walks over towards the hole and puts the ball gently into the hole.

Madison: Sweet! I think that's a birdie, Linda, isn't it a birdie when you...

Linda Edwards looks completely confused at the question.

Madison: It's not important; I mean I really don't know either if I can be completely honest. Let's just call that a birdie because I saw one on the windmill on the way over; I got feathered friends in the sky! But yeah, like I was saying, I knew I needed to put in the work, that's why I put in a lot of extra hours at 4WA since then. Nobody ever expects to pull the short straw and get paired with one of the most unrelenting forces of nature the state of Maine has ever seen in a ring but you need to take that opportunity and bust down that door, you know? I know Olga thinks it was a fluke but I KNOW it was a victory! And you know what? I miss being out there in front of the LONE fans, I want to be back out there and show everyone what I've been working on! I want to throw my hat in for...

THUNK! PLOP!

Madison: Owwwww, Linda what was that for?

Linda: I didn't do anything.

Madison: I mean, I get it, I'm still new and ribbing is a time honored tradition but... oh...... shit.....

Madison stops in mid-sentence as she sees Frank Debauchee driving a golfcart with a golf club in hand having fired off a golf ball at Madison's back moments prior as Olga was in the passenger's seat and they were coming right for them!

Madison: I... I have to go now...

Linda is quick to bolt off in the opposite direction as Debauchee gives hot pursuit in a golf cart with Olga riding shotgun. Madison pushes through people as Debauchee honks his horn to get people to move out of the way. Olga reaches back and grabs a handful of golf clubs and starts throwing them like tomahawks one by one at Madison, each one just barely missing by a matter of inches in any direction with one just barely clearing over her head before falling harmlessly behind her. The pursuit lasts until Madison finds herself standing at the edge of a pond as Debauchee and Olga stop the cart and get out to confront her. Madison seeing no other way out jumps into the pond and disappears under the water! Debauchee and Olga begin to spread out trying to cover opposite ends to point out Madison when she resurfaces to cut off her path to escape. Madison manages to poke her head out of water to the shore closest to the golf cart and climbs out, hopping in the driver's seat by the time Olga and Debauchee notice and she begins to back up! Olga and Debauchee make a dash for the cart but get tangled up with each other's feet and fall down just as Madison flips the cart around and takes off and begins to disappear into the distance! Olga gets up and grabs a golf club, snapping it in two out of anger as the video fades out.

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